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THE SALEMITE
Friday, September 17, 1937.
Published Weekly By The
Student Body of
Salem College
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EDITORIAL STAFF
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EDITOKIAL DEPARTMENT
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General Editor Alice Horsefield
Sports Editor - Cornelia Wolfe
Assistant Editors:—
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Marj' McColl
Staff Assistants:—
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Mary Thomas Evelyn McCarty
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NEWS
Y. W. C. A. NEWS FOR
FRESHMEN
Freshmen! Attention! Here are
the facts about a certain Scavenger
Hunt that we hear is to take place
this week-end. You can fill in the
details after it’s over.
Saturday night
8 o’clock.
Recreation room of Louisa Wilson
Bitting building.
Come prepared to cover the campus
from one end to the other. A flash
light might help.
Wear warm clothes, old shoes, and
socks.
After finding all of the required
articles, come back to the recreation
room for —• well, come and see for
yourself.
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HERE’S TO THE
FRESHMEN!
It’s a loiift' trek ba«k from lazy summer days and some
what less indolent nights of “hig- appling,” to the routine and
the oiling up of rusty brains and rusty fingers — to new hooks
and old friends. Seniors are looking forward to the glorious
culmination of some sixteen years of acquiring an education;
juniors have undoubtedly returned with sunburn and heart
burn ; sophomores are reveling in the secure feeling of being
“old girls” familiar with campus life; and the freshmen are
anticipating with mingled fear and excitement the years
ahead.
And to these freshmen, the sophomores, junioi-s, and sen
iors, who have iiot forgotten their initiation into college life,
want to extend a friendly hand; we are glad to have you
with us!
—P. B.
Vou know, w'hen I received a letter
telling me that the rooms in Alice
Clewell had been done over, I could
not help but wonder just how much
doing over had been done. The con
dition, pardon me, the sad condition
in which some of us left our rooms
defied even Shampoo, the great ma
gician, to do anything about it. But
let’s cross our fingers and hope that
some master craftsman figured out a
way in which he could remove the
traces left by some erring student
who thought that the way to spend
Sunday afternoon was by hammering
ten penny nails into the walls to
hang a two by six inch picture of her
current heart throb. Me, myself,
and I have done our own share of the
wall beating, but we must admit
that we shed ji sigh, (tear.s are soo-oo
messy), for the poor gal who drew
our ex-room. Tliat is why we have
reached the decision that now with
a clean wall to work on, we are go
ing to do our lady-like best to take
our vengeance uot on the tennis
courts, or else -where, to give it a
beating. The balls bounce but you
will find that the plaster in the walls
doesn’t.
So let’s go Salemites, let’s show
our selves that we do appreciate
good looking rooms by proving that
we are able to take care of them.
MOTHER’S DAILY
DOZEN
Sept. 14th.
Dear Diary,
I’m so excited! Tomorrow I gO to
Salem Female Academy! My horse
hair trunk is already packed with
middy blouses and skirts and my
new traveling clothes are all laid out.
There’s my new navy coatsuit with
the inner lining, my lovely wide
brimmed hat with the plumes and
red poppies, the new shirtwaist with
that adorable little crocheted collar
to be button under my black string
tie, my black cotton stockings with
the dropstitch, and my high topped
shoes. Let’s see, I believe that’s
everything — Oh yes, my new gar
ters with the bows, and of course, my
long union suits and three petti
coats. I must get up early in the
morning in order to have time to
arrange my pompadour and help
pack my things in the buggy. Papa
will take me to meet the train in
Sanford.
IMPRESSIONS OF A
SALEMITE
Sept. 15th.
Diary, dear.
Perhaps I’ni just not the collegc
type. The teacher.s are all sterner
than a funeral procession; this al
cove is bleak and scary looking; my
alcome mate hasn’t come; there isn’t
but one stove and I’m freezing to
death an dbesides, my throat hurts.
Oh, I wish I were home!
After an all day ride, Mr. Pfohl
met us' Salem girls at the station in
a chartered street car. The street
car l)rought us right up to the door
of Main Hall (the big building that
isn’t Junior Hall), where some maid
en ladies met us. Miss Lehman and
Misses Lou and Sally Shaffner are
all nice but strict.
Tonight, here I am in Junior Hall.
It is one tremendous room curtained
off into alcoves. There is no closet
and only one chiffonier. With the
beds. There’s hardly room to turn
around (we are supposed to study in
Main Hall). Miss Vest, the room-
keeper, keeps w'alking by, just dar
ing anyone to whisper. Well dia-y,
f(ince w'e signed up for my bath
there’s nothing left to do but say my
jirayers and go to bed. Oh, niy
throat hurts!
SUGGESTIONS
PLEASE
Last May the Salemite Staff look over the job of publish
ing the paper with determination in our hearts. It was our
desire and aim to improve the Salemite and make it a truly
representative paper, covering all the numeroxis activities and
organizations on the campus. In oi'der to do this the staif was
enlarged and new features added. However we still feel that
there is room for improvement and we will welcome all of your
suggestions. The Salemite is your paper — So let’s have your
paper the way you want it.
—M. :\i.
COLLEGE A LA
COLLEGE SHOP
(By Julia Preston our Washington
Correspondent)
Working in a big department store
around “College Shop” time cer
tainly gives one a new perspective
on college life in general and college
girl in particular. I never realized
how different and strange business
people regard college students. To
a buyer and salesgirl particularly,
nothing is stranger than these crea
tures wandering about campuses and
running off on football week-ends,
called college girls.
They think all of college life is
centered around the word “casual.”
When fall rolls around this word is
in a store even more often
expressions like “OK,”
heard
than
“yeah,” and other hackneyed
phrases. Anything from a $98 top
coat to a toothbrush, if the word
“casual” can possibly be applied to
it — is put immediately in the “col
lege shop. ’ ’ The store frequently
passes off a lot of last winter’s stock
by describing it as either “casual”
or “classic.” The poor freshman,
who have read the fashion editors’
ultimatum to have clothes of “clas
sic simplicity” and “casual chic,”
fall for this line easily.
A buyer said that each year she
bought two types of college clothes,
one kind for the upper-classmen who
knew exactly what they wanted, and
were uot fazed by any ‘ ‘ casual ’ ’
salestalk, and another for the fresh
men wo were, on the whole, terri
fically gullible. Of all tlie customers
a store has, college freshmen are con
sidered the “best suckers.” “Why
we can sell them anything, by just
saying their popularity depends on
it,” remarked one very successful
“college shop” sales girl. The only
time she ever saw a campus was
riding by George Washington U., on
the bus going to work.
There are college girls in the shop,
but as a rule they don’t sell. All
they do is lounge around in sweaters,
pearls and beer jackets, and try to
look “casual” and “collegiate.”
This year a smart advertising
manager though up the idea of con
ferring on the “girl advisors” in
the shop, the store’s own degree ■—:
B. S. Bachelor of Smartness. To
earn this degree in your own col
lege — as any other degree — you
had “Requirements” and “Elec
tives.” The requirements were such
articles as a sport coat, sweaters,
.skirts, dress clothes, oxfords, bath
robe, etc., and the electives were
mostly things for festive occasions
with a pair of angora socks thrown
in here and there. The freshmen,
with a copy of “Vogue” in one
hand, seriously checked and re-check
ed their own list of belongings
against these two lists.
“But the upper-classmen — They
are a determined bunch” said one
buyer. “If you don’t have what they
want, they’ll go some-where else
even if you make them Ph. D. of
Chic.” She went on, with all the
sales people agreeing heartily,
‘ ‘ They ’re beyond me — Take a nice
child who has been wearing exactly
w'hat her mother and I picked out
for her, and send her to college one
year — Mercy! Colleges are strange
things.”
Sept. 30th.
Dearest Diary,
I was all wrong about Salemj
Since my tonsilitis is cured and I’m
out of the infirmary (the infirmary
is the building over behind the chil
dren’s home and the church), things
begin to look brighter. My alcove
mate is darling.
I know I am going to like music
under Professor Shirley. I never
thought I liked Latin but that was
before I studied it under Bishop
Rondthaler — he is the sweetest
man!
(The first set of impressions were
those of a freshman during the early
befuddled days of the fall term.)
I’ve never seen so many people . . .
wonder where everybody’s going?
they all seem to be going somewhere
— but I certainly am not. I don’t
even know whether I could find my
own room or not! Everybody knows
everybody else — I know Miss Law
rence and my roommate — when I
see them. Wonder what all these
bells are for — the last thing I heard
last night was a bell and the first
thing I heard this morning too. I
guess my big sister w’ill tell me
everything and solve all my problems
for me though. She said if I want
ed her anytime she wasn’t with me
to just “come up on second and
yell.” But I’m kinda scared to go
up there and holler. I don’t know
who’s who yet — ivhy I tried to get
friendly with a darling looking bru
nette and she turned out to be an
English professor — Mrs. Downs or
somebody. I don’t get w'hat all these
teachers say around here. I do know
that Dr. Eondthaler is the president
of Salem College.. I guess it was Dr.
Rondthaler that read the Bible and
talked to us this morning in Chapel.
Gosh! he sure does talk in long sen
tences — I get lost trying to keep
up with him. I reckon'I’11 get used
to it though. Ump — college life
surely is cora]>licated!
(The second record of impression
are those of a sophomore returning
to Salem in September).
Boy, it really is good to be back
in school. I believe Larry was right
glad to see me at that. I sho’ am
glad to see everybody again. Good
to hear those old bells ringing too
■ now at least I know what time it
is for a change. Dot is really the
roommate for me — by the way
we’ve got to go ov'er to Mr. Suave
ly’s and get some more pictures and
stuff. Happy day I’m not scared of
Dr. Willoughby anymore and I can
keep almost up with Dr. Eondthaler
in chapel. 1 can’t wait to sing
“Standing at the Portal” again.
It sort of does something to you. T’m
itching to play hockey too — I won’t
be soo-oo afraid of Miss “At” either.
Well at least I got all my courses
straightened out — this time last
year I didn’t even know w’hat half
the names of the courses nfeant. I
know what my major is too — for a
change. It feels good to go out and
see all the old familiar places around
the campus — and the familiar faces
like ]\rr. Snavely, and Miss Anna
cutting her flowers, and Mr. Ander
son driving up in his old Packard.
Well it’s grand to be here and
have everything running along in
the same old smooth way. Ho-hum!
Oct. 3rd.
Diary,
It is all 1 can do to smuggle my
giggles yet but I’m still trembling.
Someone pushed my alcove mate’s
bed out into the hall just as Miss
Vest came. My alcove mate pre
tended to be asleep, but when she
tried not to laugh, she snorted which
was worse. Boy, was Miss Vest mad!
She accused me of pushing the bed
and gave me a demerit.. That means
I won’t get my Golden 4 tSis month
and it wasn’t even my fault! Oh,
well—
Oct 5th.
Brother came to see me this eve
ning. Miss Sally sat with us in the
parlor of the president’s home.
Neighbor: Do you believe in high
er education?
Father: Well, from the letters we
get fnom our iboy in 'college, 'it
couldn’t be much higher!
Oct. 6th.
Diary, dear.
You know how it is. The food is
wonderful but with a teacher at both
tables in the dining room, I’m em-
barassed to ask for “more” too
many times. Even the soda crackers
I carry out in my blouse don’t last
long. Tonight we had ice cream for
supper and I knew there was some
left over. Tonight, therefore, about
ten o’clock, after everyone was
asleep a few of us slipped down
stairs, around the dining room and
off to the kitchen. We brought the
ice cream back in pillow cases and
ate it with shoehorns — not fancy
serving, but it fools Miss Vest.
Oct. loth.
Diary,
Basketball at Salem is no longer
a mere rumor! The court has been
The street was thronged with thou
sands of hurrying pedestrians. Sud
denly, a woman’s cry rose shrilly
above the noise of the passing
throngg. “Give me air,” she cried.
The crowds gasped and stood aside
and a woman triumphantly drove
her car, with one flat tire, into the
filling station.
built! We will wear long blacik
woolen bloomers and middies with
white braid and sailor collars. The
court is out-doors rathj;- than in the
gymnasium under the dining room.
Oct. ICth.
My throat hurt a little again to
day. The nurse said that I’d been
washing my hair too often. She ad
vised me not to shampoo it oftener
than once every three weeks.
Oct. 27th.
Dear Diary,
We had a grand time tonight. We
slipped out on the roof of M;un
Hall to have a feast. We had potted
ham, crackers, parchcd peanuts,
picklies, crteam puffs, eclairs, attd
Miss AVinkler’s French cookies —•
yum, 3"um.
Oct. 31st.
Studied at Lover’s Leap this aft
ernoon. You know, diary, the longer
I stay at school the better I like it.
If I ever have a daughter, she will
certainly come to Salem. When she
is in school here, there may be new
buildings and fine improvements but
I’ll bet she will still study and
laugh and cry in some of the same
places that I have and she will love
the same haunts that I love.